On an undecided day of September

The clouds gather on an undecided day in late September

They change shape fast, talk to the wind

Some are angry, some are gloating

Yet it's not yet time for rain

Or is it?

Autumn should announce itself to the leaves

And the day retreats

I wish I could hear you calling me

With a heartbeat

In the mere illusion of still living the springtime

Of our sunny days

[2018©Yelena b.]

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